Buying a Card

Buying a Card

(Some posts are harder to write than others.) My mother likes to get cards in the mail. I like to give cards. It’s a good combination. Because Valentine’s Day was coming, I stood in front of a wall of pink and red cards, needing to pick one for my mother. In prior...
Who Would I Be?

Who Would I Be?

Last week’s question about choosing to see the world differently led to this one: What if I saw myself not as what I was, with all my stories, but without them? Who would I be if I weren’t who I was? What if I continue to see myself as a daughter, but not the daughter...
Who Would I Be?

Blindspots

I have been gifted with wonderful teachers. Some of them were bosses, some colleagues, some friends, some authors. One of them, a boss, once taught me about blindspots. This is the gist of what she said… “Jule, there are two types of blindspots. The first type is the...
Admission

Admission

So why did it take me thirty years to be able to say “the church I belonged to for a decade was a cult”? Did I really need to read the characteristics of cults in Vogl’s book? Was I honestly unsure? Was I refraining from using the word to be kind to those who are...
Admission

Educated by Books

I love books. I love reading them, holding them, hearing the soft opening of a new hardback. I inhale the smell of paper and the tingle of ideas. Books have been my teachers. When I was debating whether to stay with or leave my first husband, I wandered into the...
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